The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1887-01-21

choked her, and the tears crowded and
jostled each other in Ter eyes; and sud-
denly when the last vibration of the
notes had ceased, a voice outside took
up the strain and sang it through.
1T is Aleck, 7 she cried, hufrying To
the piazza like one in dream. Then
she walked, turned back and sat down.
Surprising it was Aleck, he belonged to
Louise. Of course it was mistake.
1t was because she had been thinking
about him. Aleck was dead, and she
had no right to think of him. She
never would think OF him again
never; she would forget MIN, as he had
forgotten her. Dead or alive, he could
be nothing to her-nothing, nothing.
He had broken her heart; could one
love with broken heart? Somebody
was coming into the room with a
lighted lamp, preceded By excited
voices. 1t was Miss LIE Breton, fol-
lowed BIZ Mrs. Ames.
"Isn't it marvelous?" she was say,
ing. "Such shock, too, for the
Squire's family, just as they were get
ting used to the idea of deathr'
''But is it true?n asked Miss LIE
Breton.
Betty had shrunken into the dark
corner of the long room (Which one
lamp only Illuminated in patches) in
order to hide the tears upon her eye
lids.
'tTrue as preaching. | was just get
ting into the train for Haven this after
noon-I had been up to town for a
trife Of shopping land / heard famil-
lar voice saying: ALLOW me to carry
your bundle, Mrs. Ames.' It made me
shiver and my blood curdle. I looked
over my shoulder, expecting to see a
ghost-a railway stations queer
place for ghost, though, isn't itp
Well, there stood Aleck Fanshawe. I
sha'n't be any more surprised at the
Day of Judgment
"What q changed" cried Miss LIE
Breton; land they all in their mourn
ing, and the stone up in the cemetery,
and the estate administered upon! I
wonder where Betty isp''
"Yes, seems as though they'd been
to a mortal lot of expense for moth
ing"
"And what happy day for Louise
Turnerr' sighed Miss LIE Breton. 81
suppose he has cabled to his father?'
Mrs. Ames answered with a hearty
laugh. That's the oldest part of it.
He asked about all the folks, coming
down in the train; he didn't know
they'd gone to Europe. And he asked
first of all after your Betty-upon my
word! and you don't want to know
about Louise?' said I. Louise whoP'
said he. why, Louise Turner, of
course What about her? Is she
married, or dead?' married.! I cried;
why, Aleck Fanshawe, are you mad,
| or making believe? Didn't you expect
that Louise Turner would confess her
engagement to you, you sly old dog,
after the news of your death?' Confess
her engagement to me-! he repeated,
and he looked like thunderbolt. Twas
frightened. You don't mean to say
you weren't engaged to herp' I said
Now she's just like one of the family
wears widows weeds for you, and
went to church on the Squirrels arm
when your funeral sermon was
preached! Engaged to herr he cried;
4 never thought of it. I am engaged
to Betty LIE Breton, and I never loved
any one else I thought I'd run over
and prepare your mind" pursued Mrs.
Ames, ''for fear of the shock. Where's
Betty?"
Squire Fanshawe's family returned
in season for Betty's wedding, and she
took her wedding tour through the
White Mountains, after all But Louise
| Turner never appeared in Haven again
Hilary N. Prescott, IN Haaper's Bazaar.